spallation

Text/Passerby vs Returnee

Last night, the youngest daughter in the first year of junior high school asked to call her at 5:40 and go for a morning run. She grew up and began to metamorphose.

While rejoicing, I am proud because I am also transforming.

I would like to call it the unfinished "butterfly effect", and Wen You Yuyin is the first butterfly to flap its wings.

She has had two key influences on me.

One of them was that I was introduced to the cultural frontier group two years ago, and I was able to get to know two teachers, and from them, I felt the power of perseverance.

Persistence is that he gets up at four o'clock every day, and for decades he has been like a day, writing books;

Persistence is a teacher who has become a teacher of poetry and books.

Observing them, feeling their persistence, I hibernated.

The second is that the 27th introduced me to the Tao of Enjoyment, and it has been exactly a month since my thoughts and behaviors changed, and to paraphrase a fashionable phrase, I am going to be transformed. Two years ago, she asked me if I could enter the Tao of Enjoyment and polish the text, because I was greedy for fun, and I passed by the Tao of Enjoyment.

The feeling of many days, in a word, is that the spirit of enjoying the Tao is to hurt each other.

This is not alarmism, and the dedication of the Taoist to words is close to paranoia and madness.

I mingled in it, was nurtured, and grew like crazy. Every day I feel like I've grown, swelled, taken off, and been hit to the ground with sticks, but I never get tired of it.

As a bookworm, the first wriggling originated from Lil. "Look at the flowers / Look at the flowers / I dress up / The spring breeze is casual". I can't put into words how I feel, but I clearly know that when I wake up not only spring, but also my long-dormant poetry, my emotions begin to pour out, turning into "West Wind".

The momentum of "One Knife/Shaved Northland's Head ......" is hard to resist.

Poetry is an uncontrollable miracle, and we cannot restore fleeting inspiration with shallow words.

If the first step is accidental, the reason why I can take the second step, the third step, and even go further in the future comes from loving and killing each other.

We have said that Xiangdao advocates mutual harm, and Xiangchen is the biggest exporter of harm, and the requirements for words and life are extremely strict, almost harsh. However, isn't this harshness the embodiment of love?

When Wen Jun was happy for the achievements in the group and said some words of praise, Xiangchen, who had known each other for ten years and loved the same sister, fired, "Xiangdao is to indulge in the words themselves, not outside the words." "Is there love in this?

From this, I took the second step, and after the soil emperor Ren Jinyu stopped the waist, I wrote "Hedgehog".

Because of love

to get close to you

A bare thorn that stings you

Just leave it

The wind didn't come, but the leaves were moving

In this way, day after day, I surged wildly every day, made waves, enjoyed the fun of sticks, and grew like crazy.

Xiangdao awakened me and made me open my eyes. From the new willows to the red mountains, every day is so beautiful. I learned to observe and start thinking. Every little poem is the footsteps of time stopping.

Xiangdao gave me wings and let me fly back to the past. From the memories of childhood, I found the green years of "Lang riding a bamboo horse and making green plums around the bed". Can I put it into words and live it again?

"If you don't go crazy, you won't live", if you don't give up, over time, I will break out of the cocoon into a butterfly, fly with the twenty-two colorful butterflies of Xiangdao, and wave the feathers into the wind.

It's a full moon, it's for remembering.

2019/3/28